If You Give a Chef a Broken Refrigerator...

Last weekend, our fridge broke. That's right. We have one of those double refrigerators--ya know, the ones with the freezer on one side and the fridge on the other. The fridge side broke, so we had to move all the food into coolers on the porch, and into our car (welcome to Michigan--the weather's cold enough to do that here). For a week, we had to go outside to get anything like milk, eggs, etaka. It totally messed up my plans--I had planned to make up some new recipes (I really like cooking) that I had to get my mom to go shopping for, but with no fridge, my hopes went up in smoke. But I did get to make "bangers and mash", a British dish with potatoes, gravy, and sausage all baked in a casserole dish. Yum! Anyway, usually, (being a homeschool family), my dad would have fixed the whole situation (he's an engineer) within a day, but of course, his job decided to send him to North Carolina for a week. WHY?!?!?! Life hates me.